Mesmerised by the unexpected softening she saw in his dark eyes,
Sara watched as his strong male fingers closed over the work-
roughened hand of the old lady. Although hers wasn’t the hand being
squeezed, she knew instinctively that there would be pressure from those long, strong fingers and she took comfort from that surprising fact.
So he wasn’t entirely incapable of emotional connection, then. Not entirely
incapable of showing feeling. Not love, maybe, but something.
And not for some Hollywood ‘A’ list actress but for an old lady who
lived in the forest. Someone whose means were quite obviously entirely
different from his own.
And then he released the old lady’s hand and switched back to English
with an ease and fluency that Sara could only envy. Pushing aside the
